What if someone died, and the chair still sat there, quiet?The cup goes cold on the table like it forgot the plan.The door stays half open, like a mouth that didn’t finish the word.The air feels heavy, the clock doing tiny clicks, not asking me anything.I stand in the doorway, my hoodie too big for … Read more
Foreword / Introduction Hey everyone, it’s been pretty quiet here with summer break going on. I’ll try to share more soon. I don’t want to say much about this next poem, just a heads-up that it might be hard to read if you’ve dealt with depression or suicidal thoughts, as I have. Poem: The Blackness … Read more
Foreword / Introduction Sometimes people forget that foster care isn’t just hard for the children in the system who come and go. It’s hard for the children who are already there, watching everything change. When I was in foster care, I met a boy who remained like a brother to me. What I saw him … Read more
Foreword This is the longest poem I’ve written until today, and I know I’ll get one major criticism: not talking about the Israel-Gaza war. I did this on purpose. One of the biggest problems today is that people care more about this single war than worse stuff, like in Sudan. Did you know? In just the last … Read more